“Didn’t realize she was spoken for,” the man whose name I never even got says.
“Fuck off,” Lucifer tells him, and the man immediately skitters away. “Are you alright?” he asks in what I feel is the most gentle tone he’s ever used when speaking to me.
Why does he look so good?He’s dressed better than any of the men here, towering over all of them. And now that he’s near me, no one even dares to look in my direction. While I can’t deny that I like it, I also had everything under control.
“Fine. I could have handled it, you know?”
“Oh, I know, little Hellfire.”
I glare at him and stand a little taller. “Don’t call me that.”
“You don’t like little Hellfire, then?” There’s a twinkle in his dark eyes when he looks down at me; it’s like he’s toying with me, and he enjoys it.
“Lilith is fine.”
“Lilith,” he says with a roll of his tongue, and I know I shouldn’t like it as much as I do. When he says my name, when he says anything to me really, I want to melt into a puddle of contentment. But I can’t like the fucking Devil. He’s the Devil, a monster, and if I like him, then that would make me one too. I don’t know why Diana’s last words constantly ring through my head or why they bother me so much, but they do.
I know that I killed people, and it’s not a good thing—it’s apparently bad enough to get sent to Hell for—but I don’t think I’m inherently evil or a monster, and I want to prove her wrong. Being a demon doesn’t have to be a bad thing. One of the biggest jobs as a demon is to bring souls that deserve it to Hell. How can that be a bad thing?
“What’s wrong?” Lucifer asks.
I look down at my nails and pick at the red polish on my thumbnail. “Nothing’s wrong,” I answer, looking up at him. He has a smirk leaning towards the right side of his face.
He clicks his tongue and takes a step closer to me. “You know, every demon gets their gifts from me?”
I look up into his eyes, and the smirk deepens. “Any gift a demon possesses, it’s because I have that gift. Do you want to know what one of my favorite gifts is?” I shake my head no, but in my head, I think about all the gifts Kas has told me about. Astral projection, dream walking, fire, persuasion, shadows, strength, among so many others. AndLucifer holds all of these gifts?He leans down to whisper in my ear.
“I can taste lies. And yours taste so fucking sweet.”
I push off of him, and he grabs my wrist. “Let go of me,” I snarl at him.
“That’s no way to treat your boss,” he says, his grip on my wrist tightening. I can’t really argue with him, and he looks pleased with my submission. “Speaking of which, I think I’m ready to give you your job assignment.”
“What’s that?” I ask irritatedly, looking around for Kas, who is nowhere to be seen.
“I’ve been looking for a personal assistant.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” The reply slips out before I even have a moment to think. Lucifer grins as the words fall out of my mouth, and he lets go of my wrist.
“Something you might want to learn about me, little Hellfire,” he starts, cocking an eyebrow at me. “I don’t kid. I’ll see you in my library first thing tomorrow morning.”
He turns his back and disappears, almost like he was never here. I look around as people slowly make their way into another room. Kas is still nowhere to be found, and I scoff at being ditched on top of having to deal with Lucifer’s bullshit.
I leave the party, my red dress trailing me as my heels click against the stone path leading outside. I look back and forth to make sure no one is around to see me before I do just as Kas told me; I picture my room in Hell as my destination, and like a one-way mirror, I see the green sheets as I push myself through the portal. I land on my feet and glare at Kas, who is sitting on my bed.
“Where the fuck did you go?
“You passed your first test, yay!”
I roll my eyes at her and walk over to my closet to change out of the dress. “Did you know he’s making me his assistant?”
Kas acts nonchalantly as she shrugs her shoulders. “Not surprised.”
“What is it that you’re not telling me?” I ask her with narrowed eyes.
She looks down at her wrist even though she isn’t wearing a watch. “Oh, look at the time. Bye!” She portals out of my room instantly, and I just know something is up.
Something that Kas and Lucifer aren’t telling me. And if there’s one thing I hate, it’s secrets.
